Rogue dropped her duffel bag next to her suitcases by the front door of the apartment. Her apartment. It had come furnished when her mother, Mystique, bought the lease to it. It wasn't a big place, just big enough for her. The only upside to leaving Irene in Mississippi was that she could finally be alone and not have to worry about hurting someone else. Well at least until she stepped out of her front door.
Not even a day ago her mutant powers had flared up and a local boy had been the first one to suffer at her hands. As far as mutants went she had a pretty fantastic power. With just a simple touch she could absorb the very life force of anyone she touched, taking their memories, physical abilities and if they had powers, she'd take those too. But as far as seventeen year old girls went, she was a pariah.
Really she shouldn't be complaining. Unlike the majority of mutants, she had known she would become a mutant. She had even known what her powers would be and about what time they would manifest. Hell, she had even received training to help prepare her for being a mutant. So why was she so bitter now? Because her mutation was out of her control and would never be in her control. She would never touch someone again without taking a piece of them with her.
That wasn't the only drawback to this oh-so-wonderful-one of-a-kind-mutation, no she also had the pleasure of listening to the psyches of the people she absorbed at all hours of the day. They roamed around free in her mind to do as they please, throwing their two cents in on every last little thing. When she had woken up that morning her mother had informed her that at around three a.m. she had gotten up, convinced she was a fifteen year old boy named Kurt and was swearing at them in German.
Luckily that part could be controlled. That was the entire reason Mystique had booked her a flight and bought her an apartment in Boston. Apparently there was this big shot telepath out here that was supposed to help her develop her mutation properly. Well at least for about a year anyway. After that she would be married.
She gave a disgusted grunt at the very thought of it and moved further into the apartment. Her first stop was the kitchen, she was absolutely starving. As luck would have it, the only thing in the fridge was an old box of baking powder, a lot of good that would do her. The cabinets were empty as well but she did manage to find a phone book in one of the drawers. Quickly she located a pizza place and ordered a large pizza with bacon, black olives, mushrooms and a coke.
Tomorrow she would go shopping with the credit cards Mystique had given her. There were perks to being the daughter of a mutant terrorist.
She explored the rest of the apartment and noted with distaste how utterly bland it was. There wouldn't be much point in personalizing the place but a few touches couldn't hurt.
By the time she ventured back into the living room her doorbell rang. She opened up the door and paid for the pizza from the pimply faced guy who had to be in his thirties and was clearly leering at her breasts. It's not like she was showcasing them in any sort of capacity with her baggy t-shirt. She raised her eyebrow, paid him and shut the door in his face.
She took the pizza box and two-liter to the little blue couch and shed her gloves. She already hated the damn things. She gave a look around at the tiny apartment. She would have to make the most out of this chapter in her life, it was her last chance at freedom and she didn't want to waste it. She deserved a little fun, Lord knew she wouldn't be having any after her time here.
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